Chapter 46
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
“Oh fucking boo.” A voice startles me from my thoughts, and I whirl. Riley is leaning against the tree branch inside. “You guys can’t kill him, that ruins all the fun.”
Immediately, I wish I had the knife Oakley insisted on keeping, but Riley just juts her lip out in a pout, looking behind me. Her head cocks. “Or…fuck him?”
I whirl to see Oakley struggling to stand. He looks angry. Wyatt looks up at him, then to Riley. For a second, his brow furrows, but he also stands, immediately stepping in front of Oakley.
“Splendid.” Riley’s eyes gleam. “Your brother’s looking for you.”
“Riley.” There’s a harsh bark, and we all turn to see a huge man with dark hair and tattoos stride into the room. Following close behind is a woman with brown and blue hair.
Another woman? I stand there, trying to connect all the dots. That’s when I see the number cards on their person.
Hunters.
I snarl at them, stepping back toward Oakley and his knife, but that puts me closer to Wyatt. Immediately, I put the glass wall to my back. I can’t believe women would come to play this game. Betrayal on a deep level hits me at the same time as my instincts scream to run.
“Brother?” Wyatt asks, and his voice suddenly deepens. He stands straighter, and the fondness that was just in his gaze cools.
“Twenty-Seven.” Riley’s grinning, ignoring the man and woman who come to stand beside her. “Wreaking all kinds of havoc in the kitchen. Demanding to see the game master.”
The player number makes me freeze.
Twenty-Seven. Bear mask. He’s…Wyatt’s brother?
That makes no sense. I’ve seen Twenty-Seven. He’s not Wyatt’s twin. However, they do look alike. They share the same harsh bone structure and dark eyes, but Wyatt looks much younger. Like life hasn’t worn him as much.
My brain feels like it’s moving through sludge. Twenty-Seven can’t be Wyatt’s twin. Kyan is. Right?
As I look back at Wyatt, he’s acting differently than he just was with Oakley. He’s striding toward the door, restrained power in his chest. The life has gone from his eyes, and as he turns to snarl at Riley, I see the Wyatt I know.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say the version of him that Oakley said was Kyan is a completely different person from the Wyatt in front of us now.
“Ky, wait!” Oakley is following, and I snatch his arm, trying to hold him back. “Kyan!”
The man with Riley turns and throws Oakley a slightly confused look. Then, they storm out of the room.
That old part of me screams that we need to save Oakley from chasing after the danger, and I wrestle to shove that voice away.
The old Holli doesn’t do anything to keep me alive here.
In fact, she’s the one who got me in this spot.
She’s the one who chased after Oakley instead of running when we could have.
Oakley chases them to the door, then stops. “Ky?” His voice sounds hesitant, confused. Betrayed. We both stand there, trapped in this sludgy mess.
As I stare at Oakley’s back, a flashback from a mock interview I did hits me so hard I stop breathing. My training partner was big and tall like Oakley. He was role-playing something that takes my breath away. Slowly, I wonder if that’s happening here too.
It can’t be? That can’t be what’s happening? Right? Right?
The rush of adrenaline hits me all at once, and suddenly, I’m the one leaning over, puking onto the ground.